Dusty Tears

Nae's Nest —  August 20, 2012 — Leave a comment

Drifting endlessly

Tumbleweed in the wind

Without sense of direction

Without thought or care

A soul lost in the dark

Having nothing to share

No rest for this soul

Doomed to roam alone

Unable to find the portal

The gate that will lead home

She looks for her child

Who died at birth

Believing the child is alive

Knowing she heard him cry

She does not know she died

With her infant by her side

She only remembers the birth

She recalls being in pain

Overwhelming weakness

Suddenly took over the strain

Making her go to sleep

Though she struggled to wake

Divided between life and death

Unaware her life was at stake

She drifted between the shadows

There was no light

Nor was there dark

She was someplace in between

A place she’s never before seen

A spiritual ghost town

A tumbleweed left to roll

She cries dusty tears

There is no one there to hear

She fails to see her decaying body

When she lays to rest

Another night spent in her grave

Until tomorrow, another day

Of dusty tears

Another day

Of endless unrest

Another day

Of looking for her child

The root of her endless quest

Renee Robinson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nae's Nest

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I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

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